Frayed Edges

It’s not just an image
Dreams will carry you on
Fluttering wings, frayed edges of pictures
Old and worn, deep in your pocket
To be gently withdrawn once a year
For a furtive glance at what had been a chance
Lose yourself in a trance and snatch the circumstance.
Wander in the far expanse and you will see
That seemingly impossible dreams come naturally
To the artfully ambitious dreamer